Now You See Me Daniel Atlas Novels & Stories

A cab slowed down and pulled over. “Where to?” the driver asked. I opened the door and got in. “Central Heights,” I said quickly. He nodded and drove off. I leaned back against the seat, staring straight ahead, the city moved around me, people crossing the street, cars passing, life going on like nothing had changed. But everything had changed, my hands rested in my lap, fingers clenched so tight they hurt. 'He sold you.' I shut my eyes briefly, my chest tightening. No. No, I wasn’t going to fall apart here, not in front of a stranger. I swallowed hard and looked out the window instead, forcing myself to focus on something, anything.

The door latched shut behind Jia, and she had the distinct notion that what she was feeling right now was similar to being trapped inside the gated chute of a rodeo ring with a bull pawing the ground in her direction. Difference was that Atlas Grayson looked a lot more intimidating than any bull she knew of. “How do you know Daniel?” Jia hesitated only long enough for Atlas’s eyebrows to begin furrowing. Uh-oh. “We met a while ago, just once,” she said quickly. “I haven’t seen him since.”

Ariana’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Which means there’s no neutral position anymore.” Victor looked at her. “No,” he said quietly. “There isn’t.” Across the city, Daniel stepped closer to the screen, his reflection faintly visible against the light, though it no longer felt like he was looking at himself—more like he was looking through something. “You said I was untested,” he said. The response came instantly. “You were.” Daniel tilted his head slightly. “And now?” A brief pause. Then—

The warmth that usually exists somewhere behind his eyes, that particular quality I've spent months deliberately not thinking about, is completely absent. He doesn't look at me. I'm grateful. I take my seat. I keep my face neutral. Then I see Daniel. He's in the observation seats along the far wall, relaxed, one ankle crossed over his knee, watching everything with the calm satisfaction of someone who built this room out of carefully placed words and anonymous emails and is now simply enjoying the view. Our eyes meet instantly, because of course they do. He smiles. It's small and precise and it tells me everything — he's not afraid of this room. He has no reason to be. He's the one holding t

Daniel walked closer to her and noticed that she kept staring at him as if she was trying to confirm something. “Why are you looking at me like that?” asked he. “I’ve seen you here before.” she blurted out. Daniel frowned slightly. Knowing that he would not believe her, she described the situation. “You came to the movies with a very beautiful girl.” Daniel gave a soft hum and passed the popcorn to her. He then glanced at his watch. “It’s almost time. Let’s go in.”

Noah had L⁠iam’‌s hand in one of his and‍ a mel⁠ting ice cream in the other w⁠hen‍ Daniel saw‍ him again. The sight nearly stopped him f‌rom breathing. A little b‌oy with messy dark hair, c⁠urious blue eyes⁠, and a laugh too fa‍mil⁠iar for comfort stood outside a small park café b‌eside the woman Danie‌l had spent six years tryi⁠ng to forget.

“What do you mean everything?” "Just what I said. Now come on, we have to go shopping for some appropriate business attire." Ornais said, swifty walking out of Daniel's room. Daniel stood up and stretched, his wings popping out of his back. They unfolded fully exposing their midnight color. He walked over to the window and opened it. He had enough time to go remind Abigail of his presence before having to go shopping with Ornais. It was only six in the morning.

Tasha asked. "I told you that I am moving to another state with my friends. I still have to move on. I just stopped to meet you for a while. I will leave after a while. Why didn't you tell me that you are dating someone?" "Oh." The last words Noor spoke slowly in his ear, which DANIEL heard well, he straightened up, placed the cans of coke on the table, came to Tasha, stretched his arm across her shoulders, and held her close to him, whose face turned white after hearing Noor's words. "I am DANIEL." He spoke in his characteristic arrogant and arrogant manner.

"Is she hurt too, Daniel? But Landon must have treated her, right? And then..." Daniel bowed his head deeply. He closed his eyes as he replied. "I'm sorry, Alpha. I failed you. Forgive me." Taegan froze. His body became as cold as a corpse. Even all the pain he had felt vanished, completely numb. "W-what do you mean, Daniel?" Taegan asked, his voice shaking. Fear began to creep into his soul and body. "Why are you apologizing?" Daniel couldn't speak. Instead, he sank to the floor, and this time his tears were truly uncontrollable. He gave Taegan the answer in the most painful way possible.

So distracted by the map, I didn’t see the person in front of me until I bumped right into him. “Oh! I’m so sorry—” Then I looked up, and my breath caught in my throat. “Daniel?” His familiar brown eyes lit up, and a slow, warm smile spread across his face. “Nora? I can’t believe it!” Seeing him was like a breath of fresh air. Relief washed over me, and without thinking, I hugged him. It wasn’t a long hug—just enough to feel the warmth of his body and the steadiness of his presence. “You look amazing,” Daniel said, his voice low and sincere.